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the church; on the other the King's house and
The Indians seem an innocent, peaceful people,
quite submissive to the priest, fond of their long
hair, and whiter than the Spaniards. They re-
ceived the governor with a flag, and a dull,
hopping, or rather limping, low dance to the
sound of a drum, guitar and gourds full of peb-
bles or seeds.
We had an abundant breakfast at the curate's,
and Colonel Fullarton gave a trunk full of gold
trinkets for the women, a gift of the Government.
Then their women danced for us, but so sheep-
ishly and dully, that we were glad when it was
In a street by themselves reside the widows,
wives and daughters of the black Caribs of St.
Vincent who destroyed your estates there, and
whose bones still lie blanching on the rocks of
Becuya, where they were carried, or on the sands
of Rattan. They are very much like negroes, and
well behaved. They speak English and French.
One called out, on seeing Mr. Gloster, the attor-
ney-general, with us, "Dere Liar Gloster!"
The Indians have their plots of cultivation
scattered in the woods where the ground is good.
I returned and slept about seven miles off at a